This is a song about "Making money while being school appropriate"

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Hustle for money and making livings

Then push the milk on a slow bend

While 0,5% have no money to defend

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I making money everywhere i go

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king